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The CCG took Shiritori way too seriously. Ever since Investigator Sasaki had come back from the Owl mission with a strange look in his eyes (cold and calculating) and had begun instigating the games, the office had changed. Every bet, every dare, every punishment was upheld with an iron fist.
Everyone liked to say Shiritori was serious because of what Furuta did to the last person who broke their promise (how Donato had gotten a hold of those photos…nobody knew). No one would confess to having a different reason.
Unless, of course, they were drunk.
Then everyone would admit that they played to beat Sasaki. He always bet the same thing for his loss and was infamously hard to conquer. The challenge was impossible to pass up.
He’d dress up as ‘Sasako’ and do secretarial work for a day.
(It was the hottest thing anyone had ever seen)
“Gori-san! Gori-san! You’ve got to get out here!!”
One of the junior investigators, a kid who went by ‘Mari’, shrieked while spilling coffee all over her white blouse. Gori accidentally knocked her recipe cards from her desk (she’d been trying to figure out a milk bar cake) and stood hurriedly.
“What’s the emergency!?”
She cried out (where was her quinque!?). The investigator stared at her for a moment, panting heavily, before whispering,
“Secretary Sasako is back!”
The office was absolutely silent. Everyone held their breath, not wanting to ruin the moment that was sure to come. Someone was recording on their phone (”it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard…do you know how much people in the district office would pay to see something like this? To hear it? Not that I’d ever give this away…but make copies…hnngh”). Someone else had a professional camera ready (”Who is that tiny girl? She seems too young to be an agent…”).
A door opened somewhere in the building.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Resounded down the halls. Gori shivered, a full-body thing, though she’d deny it if asked (her heart still belonged to one man only!), at the sound of heels striking the ground with perfect precision.
Click…
Click.
CLICK.
Oh, the impacts were getting louder. Closer. Tantalizingly closer…
(Another click, though this was the sound of a shutter closing)
“Well, well, well…”
A husky voice slipped underneath the cracks in the door and wrapped itself around their hearts. Gori felt her stomach drop and a thick liquid heat pool at the base of her spine.
“You’re acting like the boss is here.”
The voice was accompanied by a chuckle as the door opened, as if the owner had been expecting everyone standing at attention.
A beautiful woman with long blonde hair stood in the doorway, wrapped tightly in a charcoal grey sweater dress (a cut out right between the breasts revealing red lace and the hint of a shadow between-) and standing on a set of blood-red heels. Her equally scarlet nails tapped against her full lips as she smothered another laugh (one that made her full breasts sway…no, bad Gori! Don’t think about her breasts!).
“Sit down everyone. I’m just…”
Oh God, the woman was batting her eyelashes and squeezing her thighs together (making her grey thigh-highs roll down just the slightest bit…the lace revealing creamy skin…oh God they were just slightly too tight-),
“Your secretary.”